On the beige sandstone patio there are a few tiny ants.
There is one who is closely following another.
He occasionally makes contact with the one in front,
but then quickly backs off.
Once he actually passed the leader, then circled back.
He knows his place.
The two of them are walking along the edge,
but then suddenly,
the leader turns and goes toward the plants.
The guy behind misses this turn, and keeps going.
After a foot of going about it alone, he stops and notices
something's wrong.
He's all alone.
He abandons the straight line and starts doing short, exploratory circles,
but his circles are too far from the leader.
Sometimes he comes across another ant,
They touch, but he turns away,
restarting his circle.
I wonder when he will give up,
I wonder who will take him home.
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